you were nothing more than a bug
frustratingly walking among me, mocking me.
every time I have a chance to kill you,
you escaped my clasp, making my blood boil in a few hundred degrees.
I tried to live my life pretending you aren't there
but what good is it? you're always looking at me
laughing, yelling, condescending your nature
well, my nature wants to kill you, burn you if need be.
So take a good look around
bask in the beauty that you once knew
because before I die I guarantee you
you'll be gone and dead, and no one will remember you.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers
PoetryI scream but all you hear is whispers -- ι wrιтe тнe world ғroм мy eyeѕ. alwayѕ wrιттen, never ѕpoĸen. --- Winner of 'The Lavender Award' Best Cover! 1st Place in "The Bubble Tea Awards" in Poetry 1st Place in 'The Golden Awards' in Poetry 2nd Place...
